No one expects the Vortex of Chaos. It's ice on the sidewalk three days before Christmas, the driver who knocks the door off your SUV, the surgery that dims your voice, the cancer treatments that leave your brain muddled for months. But like the accretion ring surrounding a black hole, the Vortex of Chaos is also the neon sign that says you're still in business, that you haven't given up, that you're not willing to take it lying down.
Chaos is Life.

Sonntag, April 05, 2009

Camp SG

Coming up at the end of the month are a trip to New Orleans, where Paul will attend a meeting and Cherry and I will hang out. Maybe we will go to the Jazz festival.

We'll be arriving in Maryland at the height of the dogwood blossoms and just in time for the Sheep and Wool show. I may never make it to Rhinebeck, but it will be my fourth time at MDS$W.

Last time I did the NOLA Jazz Festival and MDS$W back to back I gained 4 lbs. This time I won't need to try the fried twinkies and funnel cake. It will be harder to avoid the fiber feeding frenzy. All I'm in the market for is a theme tote bag or maybe apron. That's what I'm telling myself, anyway.